Sunday, 17 November 2013

She thanked her memories for the locket as it had held her heart and reassured her. Sinking, floating and swimming not knowing where to stay, not knowing where to settle, restless. One by one open gestures and voices of honesty she could nearly see, they had not been her, they had been something she had tried to be. Pretenses and constructed realities settling softly behind her without a sound, they had always been moving trying to find a place to settleEtching a tunnel to the bottom of her heart she took off the locket. Walk fast, it was not a nice place to visit.

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